The Joke’s on…

AFE, Armed Forces Entertainment, sent a group of comedians to do their thing on Andros (on a Sunday night, no less) and they were pretty entertaining. My husband informed me up front if they weren’t funny we would be making an early exit and we stayed for the whole show so I wasn’t the only person chuckling at a bunch of off color jokes. The comedians had fun poking fun at people in the audience (two guys in particular, Frank for his crocs and sweatpants and an18 year old dressed in neon green) and they were good sports about it. The comedians also made jokes at their own expense, even the one with the red raccoon sunburn that he probably got at CCBeach.

Probably my favorite joke of the evening (that I can describe here) was about a tattoo one of the comedians was going to get when he turned 80. It would be his first because when he was 80 he planned to do everything he never did and he didn’t have a tat yet because he was still afraid of his Dad. Anyway he was going to get a Tramp Gramp Stamp (just below the belt on his backside) of a loaf of bread on fire and since his skin would probably be so loose he could fold it over, he would when he wanted to change the tat to look like a totally different thing.

And I learned something too, other than the fact that any word can be used to describe how drunk you were last night, depending on the emphasis. My new fact was that there’s a height minimum for sperm donors. This info was part of a joke but still I figured I’d Google it and sure enough donors can be no shorter than 5’9”.